Near where I work, the lunchtime activity has been affected by the arrival of a van selling burritos, with the queue snaking halfway down the road. Ordinarily I wouldn't take part in such a phenomenon, but the food's too good. I was in line when a woman came up and started talking to the woman in front of me as if I wasn't there. I held out my phone quite conspicuously between them to record what they were saying. They didn't notice.

Woman 1 "Nice day!"

Woman 2 "Yeah."

Woman 1 "Big queue. I'm really, really, really hungry"

Woman 2 "But they are quick."

Woman 1 "Still on for tonight?"

Woman 2 "Where is it?"

Woman 1 "You know the roundabout? I'm on the other side of it. Call me when you get there."

Woman 2 "The roundabout?"

Woman 1 "It's not that far down. Literally go past the roundabout, straight down the road and that's

my building."

Woman 2 "What time?"

Woman 1 "Sevenish?"

Woman 2 "Are you going to text Kate?"

Woman 1 "I'll email her."

Woman 2 "And then email me."

Woman 1 "I'll email you."

Woman 2 "How are we gonna get there, walk?"

Woman 1 "We could get a cab."

Woman 2 (turning to the grill, distracted by the scent) "I can't decide what to have."

Woman 1 "I'll leave you to it. Here's me gabbing on about tonight and you're just like, burrito ... "